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Much of Danny’s life had been spent tramping through wilderness. For the first time, he was feeling pretty goddamn sick of it. Not that he had any idea of where else to go, or what else to do. This was all he’d ever known.
He’d been hiking for about forty-five minutes, and the old house should be in sight soon. Danny and Virgil had worked on making the back access road passable, but they’d never made it as far as the house. Now they never would. Sonuvabitch. He couldn’t believe the man who raised him had betrayed him that way. Danny had no earthly idea what those people had done to him—inside my head—but he knew Virgil was behind it. He’d like to blame Adam, but things hadn’t been right between Danny and Virgil for a while.
Virgil was a strange one—no doubt about it—but Danny had alw
